Chapter 1145: Scent of Death
Sylas couldn’t even cough up the mouthful of blood pooling in his mouth. Expanding and contracting his chest felt like nothing more than a dream at this point, but he still reacted quickly, trying to pull on his Will.
But then he found the issue.
The higher you flew into the atmosphere, the more difficult it was to use one’s Will. The limit of one’s telekinesis was often a measure of just how strong one’s Will was.
It had to be remembered that Will could only display its might in relation to something else. If there was nothing to apply force on, it was like trying to swim through the void of space. If there was no world, there was no telekinesis to be used.
The Dungeon had chosen to counter Sylas by essentially dropping him in a void where his Will had nothing to exert itself on. There were no Runes to forge or manipulate or Spark because there was...
Nothing at all.
The Mesh of Reality was nothing more than the interaction of Runes and the laws of the universe causing the spontaneous formation of people called life and nature. If there was no world, there was obviously none of that to observe, and as such, Sylas was cast into true darkness.
Time seemed to slow for Sylas, and the scent of death filled his nostrils. It felt helpless in ways that were hard to describe, a complex dark web of feelings pressing their sticky feelers onto his heart and soul, latching on and cancerously spreading through the cavity of his chest.
It was a feeling that he had felt more than once before.